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Thursday, 16 January 2020

Excalibur (1981)

Set in 'the dark ages' of man, Dir. John Boorman's version of the Arthurian myth is unusual, to say the least. The acting is at times laughable, and the casting questionable, but I've a great fondness for it, regardless, thanks mostly to its chrome-domed version of Merlin (Nicol Williamson), who's perhaps the most memorable aspect, for good or ill. Personally, I think he's wonderful.
The feeling of ancient magic that's crucial to the era is present, accentuated with unrealistic and/or diffused lighting and softness. That it occasionally and unintentionally resembles Monty Python just adds to the fun.
The differing accents may be a hurdle for viewers not familiar with the wide range that exists within the UK, but anyone with an open mind who's seeking a bold retelling of an old story could do a lot worse than to check it out.

3½ future dreams out of 5

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